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Hey everybody.
Here is a quicky to say... Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays!!
Merry Almost Christmas everybody.
This started as a series of doodles on a sketchbook page, but I threw them into a little comic strip template. I contemplated re-drawing it to make it all sit together better but I let the original stand. I want to do a little mini strip comic with these two, as sort of a little side story to the bigger tale.
This is perhaps the strangest piece of art I have ever done.
This is truly my art at it's roughest form. When I get an idea, I either grab a Post-It, or sketchbook, or WACOM tablet... and start scribbling. Nothing clean. Nothing solid. Just pure crazy scribble.
Happy "Hump-Day" everybody.
Back from the Thanksgiving holiday!
Happy Tuesday everybody. Here is the piece I posted earlier, with a little color scrubbed on. I am finished for now, since all I am doing at this point is figuring out how certain colors work on certain characters. If I have time before I finish the book, I might really paint it out.
I sketched this out originally for a poster scene, but it really wasn't what I was looking for in the end. I hope to paint it up for the book, and I will show the progress here. I am imagining Captain Blast really bashing the robot's glass head, trying anything to shut it down. The battle has caused them to slip off of a cliff, so they are falling... a long way.
I am starting to like sketching and doodling with grey markers, then adding details with my trusty black brush pen. It helps me keep the drawing rough.
Well, it's Wednesday. Not quite Friday, but sure better than Monday.
Yeah, I know this is old art. I felt so bad about not posting I wanted to throw something up that hasn't been on the blog.

"They should have known better than to walk through a lunar stone field at night. Before the Captain could turn around to see what Dwight's yelling was about, he already knew. He looked just in time to spot a full grown blorg quad beast snatch his young friend and lift him twenty feet into the air. As he reached for his blaster, a cold tentacle whipped around and knocked him off of his feet. In seconds he was high above the ground with Dwight, wondering how he could have been so stupid."
It is late, and I should be in bed... but instead I am up on the computer posting to a blog. Makes sense to me!
